Dennis OttinkYou wake up one day and decide things have to change. The life you have been living up to now has been good, but it could be better. So you set off on your journey of self-development. Guns blazing. It starts off well. It always does. Then comes the pushback. Then comes the triumphs.…
Nina Sever When it comes to breasts, it can be easy to think that bigger is better. After all, the average size of American women’s busts have been steadily increasing, from a previous average of 34B to the new average of 36C. We are a country obsessed with cleavage — so where does that leave women…
“I might not like the city, but I’ve found out that at this early hour even London seems to be somewhere less crowded, less franchised, its spirit – whatever of it that hasn’t been sold off – more visible.” A traveler rediscovers home in the wee hours.
Nishe –1. This too shall pass. Everything has an ending – including the bad times and the dark phases. Always remember that it’s really not your entire world that is sinking, it’s just a point in your life. 2. You have more control than you think. You can always find a way to get out of the…
POETRY The editors may not always know what they are looking for, but they will probably recognize it when they see it. They have wide-ranging interests, but are most likely to engage with work tha…
I am honored once again to be selected by the editor of the Spectrum series, Don Kingfisher Campbell, for Spectrum 3: LoveLoveLove, an anthology about love poems. My poem, “Diamond” is featured along with many other talented poets and friends, including Michael Cantin, Teresa Mei Chuc, Beverly Collins, Boris Ingles, Karineh Mahdessian, Ellyn Maybe, and my girl, Raquel Reyes-Lopez. You can obtain your own copy along with the others in the series by going to the website spectrumpublishing.blogspot.com.
Great word play!
by Betsy Mars
My hair has always been my manestay:
consistent and resistant to changing fashions,
the muted wallflower at the ball.
I refused to part with my part.
Harangues about my bangs met disdain.
Like Samson, my strength was in my length —
so I believed, and so never made the cut.
In my twenties, a flighty fling with a perm proved temp.
I scurried back to the tried and true,
where my hair remained, unaltered.
I had never stressed about my tresses.
A bad hare day meant a wild rabbit ruckus,
outracing Mr. McGregor and his lethal shovel.
But then, through three winters, I hibernated,
wrapped in a cocoon of my own making.
I emerged with my heart in a web of uncertainty.
I coughed up the tangled hairball strands
and entered the body of my true self, now visible.
Back to my roots my mane…
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Patricia Walsh was born and raised in the parish of Mourneabbey, Co Cork. Previously she has published one collection of poetry, titled Continuity Errors, with Lapwing Publications n 2010, and ha…
Source: Patricia Walsh – Three Poems
Eamon Mc Guinness is from Dublin. He has had poetry, fiction and memoir published in Wordlegs, Bare Hands Poetry, The Bohemyth and The Honest Ulsterman. In 2014 he was shortlisted for the Cuirt New…